The Sacrifice Read online

  The long succession of ever-larger phalluses he’s fitted me with during this month have made me more than ready to receive him. Though I moan out loud as I feel the broad head of his cock pressing gently but inevitably against the entrance to my pussy, it’s a sound of anticipation, not pain.

  Aiden seems to understand this because he doesn’t stop. With a slow, smooth motion, he slips the head inside me, stretching my pussy open at last with his thick cock.

  “Very good, darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “Such a good girl to open your pussy and let my cock inside you.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whisper, pressing my hips back to try and capture more of his thickness. “But could you…shouldn’t you get a little deeper into me?”

  “And why should I do that?” Aiden sounds half aroused, half amused.

  “Because,” I say, desperately trying to think of a halfway plausible reason to get him deeper inside me. “You…you need to be right up against me, against the end of my, uh, channel to do this right, don’t you?”

  “If you mean do I need to bathe the mouth of your womb with my seed, then yes,” he murmurs. “I do. But I won’t touch bottom inside you, Emma. Not this time. Not tonight.”

  “I understand,” I whisper in a shaking voice. Because that would be fucking—or close enough to it that he wouldn’t consider me a virgin anymore. But Goddess, I want more of him, want him deeper inside me, filling me up, making me his.

  “Slowly then, my darling,” he murmurs in my ear. “I’m going to touch you while I slide deeper into your pussy. Spread a little wider and let me in.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whisper again. I widen my stance, lifting my leg to give him better access to my pussy. Offering myself completely for my master’s penetration.

  “Good girl,” he whispers again. I feel him spread the lips of my pussy and then one gentle fingertip is slipping over my swollen clit in a soft, slow, maddening rhythm. At the same time, his thick shaft starts to move, sliding deeper into my cunt, filling me with more of his thickness.

  He’s bigger than any of the phalluses or vibrators he’s used on me and I can feel a definite stretching sensation as he slowly enters me. But I love it—love the feeling of being possessed by him, being claimed and owned and filled by my master.

  “Master!” I moan softly as he slips himself inside me. “Oh, Master, please!”

  “Please what, darling?” he murmurs stopping. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No.” I bite my lips in agitation. “I just…want more of you. I need more.”

  “Then I shall give you more.” The rhythm of his finger on my clit speeds up and his thick cock continues its journey inward.

  I’m moaning steadily now—I can’t help myself. I press back against him, hungry for even more but Aiden stops me.

  “No, darling,” he murmurs sternly. “Not so far. I’m deep enough in you now, I think.”

  I want to protest that I want him even deeper. I can feel him inside me, stretching my inner pussy to the limit but I want more. Want to feel the head of his cock planted firmly against the end of my channel, pressing hard against the mouth of my womb, taking me all the way, fucking me.

  But it’s clear Aiden won’t allow that to happen right now. He holds my hips in place with one hand while with the other he continues to stroke and tease my clit. I feel like I’m on fire from the waist down.

  “Do you like this, darling?” he murmurs, his long finger sliding over my throbbing button. “Do you like the feel of my cock inside you, stretching you, making you mine?”

  “Yes, Master,” I moan and clench my inner muscles tight around him. “Yes, please…it feels…feels so good.”

  “I can only imagine what fucking you is going to be like,” he growls softly. “Your little cunt is so tight and hot. You fit me like a glove.”

  “Can’t you show me?” I plead with him. “You don’t have to hit bottom inside me if you don’t want. But can’t you just…just thrust a little bit?”

  “Like this, you mean?” Slowly he draws out of me until only the head of his big cock is still inside my pussy. Then, with a deep, deliberate thrust he enters me again, filling me almost completely, stopping just short of pressing his cock to the mouth of my womb.

  I gasp with mingled pleasure and frustration. So good, it feels so good. But everything inside me is crying out that it could feel better. “Please,” I beg him. “More!”

  “No more tonight,” he says sternly. “I won’t thrust in you again, Emma. However…” Leaning down he kisses the back of my neck. “I will allow you to work your pussy on my cock. If you wish.”

  If I wish? Hell yes, I wish. I need more of him, want to feel him inside me, sliding in and out of my pussy even if I’m the one doing the thrusting. Bracing myself against the mattress, I pull gently away, feeling him move out of me once more. Then I press back, taking him in again, filling myself with his shaft, taking my master’s cock deep in my pussy.

  “God.” Aiden’s deep voice is hoarse. “That’s right, darling—do it. Fuck yourself on me. Fuck your hot little pussy on my cock.”

  His dirty words in my ears and the way he continues to finger me as I move is driving me over the edge. I tilt my hips back and I can almost feel him, the very tip of his cock just barely brushing against the end of my channel. It’s forbidden, I know—but oh so sweet just the same. Am I still a virgin now? Maybe to Aiden’s way of thinking. But I feel completely opened by him, completely taken and claimed and it’s the sweetest feeling of my life.

  “Emma,” he murmurs warningly in my ear. “I know what you’re doing. I can feel you pressing against me.”

  “Yes, Master,” I whisper, tilting my hips even farther back until the head of his cock nudges firmly against the mouth of my womb. I’m being a bad girl—a disobedient submissive. Maybe he’ll punish me with his cock—like the girl in the movie we watched on his laptop.

  Aiden’s hand on my hip is like steel. “You’re topping from the bottom again, Emma. If you’re hoping for a punishment fuck, it’s not going to happen. You’re too tender inside right now to be used roughly.”

  I moan in frustration. “Master, please.”

  “I will, however, come in you,” he murmurs, relenting a little. “Get ready, Emma. I’m going to flood your pussy. Going to fill you up.”

  The hot words, coupled with the feel of his fingers spreading and exploring my slippery cunt, is suddenly too much. I can feel my pleasure growing, the orgasm starting deep inside me and exploding outward, like a star going nova around a fixed point in space.

  “Aiden!” I gasp at the same time he groans my name. And then the pleasure takes me. As it does, I feel the warm, wet jets of his cum, this time spurting deep inside me, bathing the mouth of my womb and filling me up just as he promised.

  I feel like I’ll never stop coming. Long after the pleasure should have ebbed, my pussy keeps clenching, pulling against the thick cock inside me, as though milking Aiden for every last drop of his seed. He stays where he is, rock solid inside me, filling me to the hilt—well, almost—as he finishes his own orgasm.

  When the tide of pleasure finally ebbs, I fully expect him to pull out. But for some reason, he doesn’t. Instead, he pulls me more firmly into his arms and kisses me gently on the back of my neck, murmuring my name.

  The cramps are utterly and completely gone now and with them, all the tension I was feeling earlier. I feel bonelessly relaxed and suddenly I’m tired, so sleepy I can barely keep my eyes open. “Aiden,” I whisper, yawning. “Master…”

  “Go to sleep, darling,” he says softly. “Your body needs rest.”

  “Like…like this?” I ask, indicating the way he’s still filling me, as hard as though he’d never come at all.

  “Why not—does it bother you?” He sounds amused.

  “No,” I admit. “I…I like it. But I thought…thought you didn’t sleep with anyone.”

  “I’m making an exception.” He kisses the back of my neck. “Go to sleep, E